I am constantly asked about my love for Rhode Island. What I love about it. Where first timers should stay. Where they should eat. It seems that people who haven’t discovered this special little state don’t quite understand why people love it so - that is, until they visit. Then they just can’t deny the magic. And you know what’s so beautiful about this special state? There are people who have lived their entire lives here and still haven’t uncovered all the pretty parts - because it’s just so easy to get happy and content in your own personal corner.
You hear people wax poetic about New England summers and autumns, but her springs? They can be tough. It can be day after day of cold, rainy, raw weather, so the minute the sun comes out and things start to bloom, people start to come out of the woodworks. I’m so guilty of it.
We were so excited (and maybe a little nervous) to take our first trip with Henry. Traveling has always been a big thing for us. It’s always been something that brought us together even after the most hectic stretches of time. Something to look forward to. Something to get us out of our comfort zone a bit and into a more comfortable zone for us - vacation mode. We are good at vacationing. And I realize some people aren’t - but Andrew and I are our best selves on vacation, and I want Henry to see that side of us.
I hesitate writing this post because I am absolutely sure it will jinx us for future trips, but alas, here we go.
I’m just going to say it. Henry was amazing on his first official vacation. Dare I say he was even more behaved? Granted, we’ve been taking him to Vermont since he was a wee 4 week old so I suppose he’s a bit seasoned, but this was the first time we hopped on a plane and put our parenting to a real test. It was the first time I truly had the “is this worth it??” moment. And it was. It really was. Here’s how we tackled everything to make it not only seamless, but really really fun.